Salem place
I was sitting in the cafe teracce, waiting my date. I had red flower-printed silk-blouse and neat jeans, and I knew I looked good.
-If you like to parade yourself like that, you should go to work as a whore, a familiar voice said.
Izzy Black, the bland blonde with baby-blue eyes, looked how I stretched myself in the sun.
-Odd thing to hear from a hypocrite, bitch and closet-nympho like you, I said.
Izzy´s mouth fell open. -How dare you... she began, but I was not someone blinded by her stoopid silver rings. Everybody knew what she had done.
-Didn´t you betray dear Shawn with Philip?
Izzy turned red. -You don´t know anything about me and Shawn, so don´t judge... she began angrily, but I interrupted her.
-Then why you are always judging me?
-Because you are DiMera! she screamed so that everybody heard.
-I can´t help it, can I? But you could try to keep your panties on, when you´re engaged.
She slapped me. I slapped back, harder than she. Izzy started to cry. -Shawn is my soul-mate... she sobbed, but this time I felt no pity. I knew Shawn had left her, but I think she deserved it.
-I think it´s your time to take a responsibility of your actions, I snapped
-What is happening here? My date had come. Handsome Philip Kiriakis stared at me, with the gorgeous bouquet of white gardenias in his hand.
-Hi, Philip, I said and went to kiss him. I enjoyed of Izzy´s reaction.
-Are you dating her! she screamed to Philip, staring the gardenias.
-Yes, Philip said. -Why not? You chose Shawn. Cassie, you look very pretty. Red is definitely your colour.
-Thank you. I took the flowers and smiled to Izzy. -Could you leave us, please?